Scene: Mother has brought home some left over cheesecake from her bible study group the previous night.
Mother (to sister): There’s a piece of cheesecake in the fridge if you want it.
/I prick my ears up at this on account of my fondness for cheesecake.
Sister: Is it gluten free?
Mother: No, but Burfit won’t eat it and Dad and Durdlin shouldn’t eat it.
(Shouldn’t? Excuse me?)
I say nothing even though my mouth is bursting with words I would dearly like to set free.
Shortly after this I escape downstairs and sit alone, in the quiet, thinking.
About 10 mins later Father seeks me out. He is carrying a bowl.
He tells me he brought me some dessert but what I hear is him telling me he loves me and that he understands my hurt.
I enjoyed that cheesecake. It was really good with a bit of the icecream we’ve been hiding in the freezer downstairs.